Doting mother tends to her high-school son

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She swallowed again. Never looking at me, she gripped my cock in her right hand and stroked it once–slowly, firmly, like a loving massage. Up and down. Her eyes leered at that shiny glob. Then, Mom expressed the shaft, urging more precum through the tip. Leaning close, she closed her lips over the slit and nursed the fluid directly from the source.

I gasped.

Mom swallowed and drew free. The wet smack that ended her taste was immediately followed by a low, faint sigh. She rose. Her face was pink and flushed. Turning to me, she stammered, “Daddy–. Your dad, he told me he didn’t–. He didn’t mind it if I–.” She didn’t finish.

I found my voice. “I understand, Mom.”

She swallowed and nodded.

“And,” I said, “you want to, don’t you?”

“Yes!” she burst. “I do.”

“I really need it, Mom.”

“Oh, let me help you, then!” she almost cried. Letting go of my cock, she stretched her fingers out and slid them firmly and sensually over my chest, smiling with excitement and compassion. When her eyes once again found my cock, she murmured, “Let Mommy give it the biggest kiss she can.” Planting her hands beside my hips on the bed, she bent over my belly.

She covered the knob with her lips and drew my cock straight up before humming, taking a quick breath through her nose, and gliding down the shaft. Her every move was replete with languid adoration. Down she went, and she held there, exploring. Then up, slowly, like she was revealing to an audience some marvel that she’d hidden in her mouth. At the top, she moaned deeply.

I gasped.

Gathering her breath, she descended again with painstaking lethargy. My mouth fell open as she gathered up more than last time. More.

I pinched my eyes shut and grunted.

The sound of my pleasure made her moan again. She drew back gradually, gently rocking her head from side to side while my cock, like a thing hypnotized by her, followed the movements of her mouth.

She never used her hands.

Down. Deeper. I watched her lips gather further inches of dry cock to make them wet with her saliva. I swallowed and gasped.

She went so, so slowly. The love of a mother for her son infused her every movement. Those lips hugged me closely, warmly–as if they never wanted to let me go. But they did–just once. When her eyes found mine, the seal broke when she smiled.

Then, she went deep–very deep. I gasped, and my cock began throbbing almost continuously.

Her ride back up to the fat knob was slower than ever, and she didn’t yield up those inches gained without first bobbing fractionally at each point in her climb to the top.

I didn’t think anything would feel better than her deep dive; I was wrong. Panting and stammering, I rose to my elbows and, watching her fat lips tow back up to the shining knob, only managed to groan, “Mom!”

Instantly she drew off. Her right hand swept in and took up the shaft, pumping it. A hand’s width above the fat, purple head, Mom gaped her mouth and unfurled her tongue.

I held my breath, feeling every muscle clench. The pleasure was so sharp that my eyes pinched shut, but only for a moment. I knew what was coming; I wanted to see how she received it.

The throbbing became uncontrollable, and I watched a jet of semen launch recklessly from the tip. It skipped off of her tongue and slashed across her cheek. The next moment, her head plummeted, taking almost all of the shaft.

I grunted, kicked my head back, and let my mind romp as the remainder of my cum flung and gushed directly into her throat. At every throbbing contraction, Mom moaned.

When the pulses abated, I opened my eyes and watched her. She didn’t move. She breathed through her nostrils a few times. She hummed. I felt her throat undulate and heard a muffled cluck.

I let out a long, groaning sigh. There were too many astonishing things for my mind to gather up, but feeling her swallow my cum had been the absolute perfect, loving conclusion.

Mom let my cock free with a gasp. Her mouth formed a gaping grin as she gasped for breath. Seeing my face–and I must have looked, well, like a young man who had just gotten a glorious first blowjob–Mom laughed airily.

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